Stroking the gun up and down her leg from ankle to crotch, rolling the barrel back and forth across her QAnon tattoo, poking and probing the front of ...er black satin thong with the still-smoking barrel. Slowly pushing the handgun up and underneath her shiny blue metallic skirt, sliding it back out, and then along her thigh again. Sliding upskirt again, then back out. Over and over. Up and down. In and out. Poking, probing, exploring. While she writhed and squirmed. Stretching her arm back over. Rita, I wanna tell you something," Ted told me."What?" I wondered.I had no idea what he could have possibly kept from me, but it was something interesting."A couple years before we hooked up, one night, I watched you give Jamie a blow job. That night, I developed a small crush on you. I got to see you completely naked just for a second, but that second was imprinted in my brain. After that, I masturbated so many times thinking about having sex with you, sis," Ted confessed.I just had a sad. Order the World Famous Hurricane Mix from Pat O’Brien’s (add the signature glass if you want to get fancy with it) and sip on them while you await the takeout from your favorite NOLA-inspired eatery.You can’t go wrong with a shrimp po’ boy, gumbo and blackened catfish. Then top off your meal with the infamous beignet mix from Cafe du Monde. Engage all your senses with a big brass band playlist in the background; if you close your eyes, you’ll swear you’re on Bourbon Street, if just for a. November…….I know S(igmund) is waiting on my response to his plea to treat me but in the days since he made his diagnosis I have been unable to decide upon my response. But I must do so.I have no real doubts but that Sigi is practising pelvic massage on his sisters, or at least his elder ones. I have no proof, but can there by any other explanation for A(nna) and R(osa)’s light step, their laugher, their confidence as young women, their regard for their brother? I hope not. Surely Sigi would.